Stranded
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Ugh the things I do for my friends. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glare at the sun above us. It must be a hundred degrees out and every pool on the god damned cruse is filled with a mixture of the elderly, the irritatingly young and over energetic. God I feel old, ugh. Next time I'll stay home, yup, luxurious cruses aren't that very luxurious. It's filled with rude people, rude servers, and overly excited couples on their honeymoons who can't keep their hands off of each other. I rest against the railing on the ship and look out into the ocean , the blue waves lapping against the side of the boat. Almost relaxing enough to make up for the torturous heat. I sign and look up. 'Well i might as well go and look for the others.' And that's when the alarms start to go off.
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One of his hands was snaked around my back while the other dragged up my spine into my hair. With one hard tug, my head fell backward and the shower water covered my face. Gasping for air I felt his mouth make its way around the base of my neck. The hot water was already making my skin hot, but having him so close in this way, made me feel like I should have combusted a long time ago. He jerked me back up to be facing him. He kissed my mouth then drags his eyes down to my neck. "A pretty necklace, for the gorgeous Princess." *** "Tell me River what each kiss means again." He presses one to my cheek. "We're friends." I smile. "Here." He presses a kiss on my hand. "You adore me." I laugh. Then he pressed a kiss to my lips. It was quick barely touching long enough for my nerves to recognize it. "A kiss to the lips," I spoke blankly. My lips still parted in the manner he left me. I'm afraid to move in fear that my brain will forget the feeling. "And tell me again what that means River?" "I love you." A chaste whisper. So quiet, almost as if it didn't need to be said at all to be understood. "And that I do Miss Knight. In all your intensity." *** Two people come to figure out a double homicide. One is mental who is richer than anyone and the other is a detective from New York just trying to get their name on a big case. You may want to eat the rich, but most of them have already starved themselves. insta: csulak_

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